SOMEONE SPECIAL

I wake up to the sound of rain upon my sill, pick up the pieces of my yesterday old thrill.
Can I deliver this used up shiver to how I pronounce my life. And I leave it up to faith to go by it´s own will.
Back row to the left, a little to the side,
slightly out of the place,
look beyond the light, where you´d least expect,
there´s someone special.
A foggy morning greets me quietly today. I smell a fragrance in the wind blowing my way and ever further I run to find him. I yearn to define my life placing my faith in chance to meet me in half way.
And he´s here to write his name on my skin with kisses in the rain, hold my head and ease my pain in a world that´s gone insane.